what do you say to someone who does nothing but make you cry like an attention-deficit five year old, as you grasp tightly onto his leg like the fucked up koala you are, begging him not to leave; while he happily drags you across the floor before shaking you off his leg like you're some raggy old dog who just took a piss on his polished shoes?

screw father's day. i'm going to spend this day with my mother and sister eating yoghurt and dreaming of the day i finally graduate from school and move on with life - away from that twisted man who has chosen to leave and never come back.

fine. go. whatever. there are far better people in my life who'll take good care of me.